Shannon Sharpe Nudes Novels & Stories

Leilani “I have gone over the fitness program you are required to strictly follow for the next couple of months before the photoshoots begin, and I know you'll kill this shit.” My fitness trainer, Shaina, said to me, placing her hands on her tight hips. A grey spandex tank top covered her shoulders to her breasts, flaunting her tan and toned abdominal muscles. Her entire body was ripped, fit and athletic, with her jet-black hair pulled into a ponytail.

‎‎ ‎"You don't know shit about my life!" ‎ ‎"I know you’re wound tighter than a corset. No wonder you’re so fucking miserable. You’re clearly starved. You’re vibrating with lack-of-dick energy, and it shows in every wrinkle on your forehead.” ‎"I am perfectly satisfied!" Shannon screams, though she looks like she’s about to have a stroke. ‎

He began to unbuckle his shirt and I stood there watching. I swear that I wasn't enjoying it, but I have missed seeing him.. Naked.. He took his shirt off, and it felt new, it felt like I had never seen him naked before. His hot sweaty body, the tattoos.. God! I remembered how I used to grab his waist and his chest whenever he was on top of me.. 'For Goodness' sake, Elizabeth.. Fuck!' I had to put myself in check and I bowed my head. "I will take my leave, Mateo."

The urge to spill the beans about what happened with Christopher was burning within me. Sandy whispered fiercely, her voice barely audible over the television, "Could you please stop moving around so much? I'm trying to watch the show." The scene unfolded in a cutesy manner, which I typically adored, but Sandy didn't seem to share my enthusiasm. Once the scene ended, she turned to me, her expression a mix of anger and annoyance caused by my intrusion and my constant noise-making. However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't suppress my anxious and stressed nature.

This man had me so far gone, I wanted to shrink just so he could carry me around with him. Feeling like a pervert, my fingers danced through the air as I inched closer and closer until they hovered just above the sheet. Grazing his flesh, he sucked in a sharp breath, and I dared a glance at him. Sighing with relief when he stayed asleep, my shoulders slumped, and I grabbed the material and lifted it—revealing him. His tip winked at me and my mouth fell open as pre-cum dripped down his head like a work of art. Who am I kidding? Shane is art.

"Baby, the second a looker like you upload a thirst trap on a hookup site, the floodgates open." I hesitated, then tapped on the message requests. My eyes widened at the sheer number of profile pictures featuring shirtless dudes—most of them taken in bathroom mirrors, some flexing, some looking like they were trying too hard to look casual about it. And then—oh, Jesus. Some had gone full send. "Ohhh, we got some dick pics," Imogen announced gleefully, squinting at my screen. “look at that one, That's a curve if I've ever seen one. Noah, why does it look like a banana"

Lmao. [Lmao - laughing my ass out.] Now I know she has gone nuts. She just sent me a nude. Typical bestie. I raised up my shirt and held it in my teeth. I'm not putting on a bra so my tits are out in the open. I took a picture and sent it to her. 'I already have all the aesthetics I need.' I captioned. She viewed it. Now she's typing. I'm anticipating her reply. Her message finally dropped in.

The pictures on my laptop were nowhere near as incriminating as the photos of us naked in the cove. However, in every one of the stolen photos, you could see Shelby’s face, smiling happily next to my own. Now, Blaine could go to the media and make sure that Shelby’s name and pictures were plastered all over the Internet. She would never be able to live her life the way she wanted to now.

I have been here before. The hub. Shivvers run through my body as I could almost feel the nasty creep who apparently got shot here’s hands over me again. That is when two cold hands grabbed onto me. I tried to shout, but another man came from behind me and placed one of is hands over my mouth to muffle the sound. So I did the only thing I could do in my situation, I fought. Kicking the one man in front of me and digging my nails into the arm of the man covering my mouth. My other hand was slapping and scraping as I tried to claw out any eye my nails could get hold of and from the sounds that came from the men trying to subdue me I could only believe that I draw blood a few times, but then I

Contrary to Shannon's liberated look, Cherrie is wearing her leather jacket and pants that Damian insisted on her to 'cover her up'. Khrystyanna finally got ready as well as Shannon and then she started to relax herself with her concentration towards the delicate neck of her opponent. Shannon can feel the coldness on her neck yet ignores it as she swayed her hips while walking around the mat to 'seduce' the crowd that actually feels so disgusted with her. "It's a duel with our Prez. Why can't she get serious first before swaying her hips flirt-ily and acting like a slut?" "How shameless. Can't she realize that even though Prez is covered by her clothes, her figure is still outstanding to the